ROBERT
WILSON
"ROBERT IS
EMO"
There
are times when I
want
society to
burn
like
a lost
moth and
there
are times when
I want
it to coddle me
as if I
were
the
shivering child in
the
gutter outside its
messy
home.
I hope
you
understand
that
sulfur
will always
swim in
my
tears
and I
seem to
lament
for breathing.
You can
run away
if you
wish. I've been
trying
to do the same but
my body
always
seems
to catch up
to me,
the
lumbering
mess
that it
is. I saw a
solitary
star shining on
one of
those excursions.
It
illuminated the world
in an
ignition of
hope
before falling into
the
Appalachian Mountains and
dying
the way
all
sparkling things
do.
ROBERT WILSON
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